Metal Gear Solid: New Prime
I don't own Metal Gear or its characters. They are the property of Konami and Hideo Kojima.
Sorry for taking so long...I had to make some decisions for later in the story. I had to change some big things like who Snake fights next, why is this guy doing this, and if this guy knew Snake before.
Also, one thing. If you look at the first chapter where I put the quotes of the what the characters say during this story, you'll notice a character named Tormentor Red. He has been taken out, and been replaced with someone named Charon Red. Alright? Let's get on with the story.
PS, Thanks to all my reviewers! Hug
Chapter 4: The Divine Sword Of Thunder.
Outside of the hostage cell, one lone soldier patrolled the area. He carried the standard AN-94, and he gripped it tightly. The message he got from General Silver (Yomi, duh) about the intruder in Tower 1 motivated him to guard the door to the cell more diligently. He heard something hiss, and spun around to the origin of the noise.
"Who's there!?" He demanded immediately, his voice showing he was both confident and anxious.
His weapon and adrenaline gradually faltered once he saw that the other person in this room was a fellow comrade. Luckily his rank, for he didn't want to be in the presence of rather...aggressive higher-class soldiers like Yomi or Charon. The other soldier flinched noticeably at the greeting of the sentry, but maintained his composure.
The soldier was carrying a tray with some food and cup of water. Obviously for their captive. Why they were feeding their prisoner, he had no idea. He found Phantasm to be rather...odd.
"How's the hostage?" The soldier with the tray immediately asked.
"Deadpan as always. The guy sure is a stubborn bastard," The sentry gestured to the room containing the captive.
"Do you even know who he is?" The soldier asked.
"No, but General Phantasm insists that we keep him here."
"I don't get it. We nearly killed the President, why aren't we killing this guy?"
"I don't know. It seems like Phantasm is one person one minute, and another person another minute."
"I heard that this guy was supposed to be unstoppable. That he could contend with Solid Snake!"
"A bunch of bull in my opinion."
It was true, the rumors floating around was that this guy was nigh invincible...or immortal. The soldier chuckled as he slid the keycard through the panel and punched in the code. The door slid open, and the soldier reluctantly walked in.
"Why are we giving the guy food anyway?"
"Orders from the boss himself," He replied shortly.
The soldier walked further into the dimly lit room, the only rays of light being from the hallway. He felt his comrades eyes on his back, and was reassured that there wouldn't be any surprise attack from the prisoner. He could feel the tray in his hands wobble slightly, most likely from the sudden anxiety he felt. Why was he so nervous? Whenever he went near his superiors, there was always this strange sense of fear and regret surging through his body.
The soldier looked around, he could see the edge of the bed thanks to the hallway light, but the rest was enshrouded in darkness. In the shadows, he saw two eyes, staring straight back at him, like a cat in the darkness. Those eyes looked cold and unforgiving. As if there was a deadly longing deep inside those brown orbs.
"Um...the boss said you should eat up," The soldier said warily, not exactly feeling comfortable being in this mans presence.
The soldier heard a slow sigh coming from the captive, and this became obvious after he saw the captives breath even though it was cold at all in the room. The sigh sounded as if it was forced, and synthesized with another sigh. Were there two people in the room?
"Um...didn't you hear me?" The soldier advanced further into the room, inching closer to the prisoner.
"Is there something wrong?" The sentry outside called, worried. The soldier waved him off, making him know that everything was fine.
"Hey? You got something bothering you?" He asked, turning back to prisoner.
"Are you scared?" The captive said suddenly with a dual voice tone.
Right before the soldier could get to the bed, a sudden red glow came from behind the captives eyes. The glow was in the shape of a...scar. The soldier gasped, but before he could get any words out, he felt a very painful blow go right to his abdomen. The soldiers eyes bulged nearly out of its sockets, and he groaned in pain. He felt a hand reach for his knife and take it out from its holster right before he passed out.
"Hey--"
The sentry was cut off as he saw a quick flash of light from metal, and a combat knife went crashing into his neck instantly killing him. Blood spurted from his neck, decorating the walls and ceiling a nice shade of red. He fell to the cold floor with a loud thud, his weapon flying out of his hands. The captive walked over to the corpse of the blood-covered sentry with impassive eyes.
He looked over to his weapons that were neatly piled next to the door on a small cart. The weapons were top of the line, and with these at his side, he'll have a hell of a time at this base.
It was time to end this madness.
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Snake fired off another shot at Yomi but he deflected it away from harm once again. Yomi charged at Snake and tried a sideways slash but the latter leaned away from the blow.
Well if bullets won't work. A kick in the ass should be fine.
Snake did jump back turn-kick (The last kick in Snakes combo for you MGS2 lovers), but Yomi ducked and countered with a straight slash up. The legendary mercenary dropped to the ground and attempted another sweep kick, this time connecting with the heel of the silver haired terrorist, knocking him off his feet. The moment his back made contact with the ground, Yomi leapt up back to his feet by curling and launching himself off the cold floor.
Snake sent an elbow flying towards Yomis face, but the swordsmen blocked the attack with his forearm, letting the pain linger only there.
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"Can the scientist get the weapon active?"
"I'm not totally sure. We'll have to ask him for a confirmation."
"It's a two step process. First, actually getting the weapon alive requires a code itself. The actual attacking needs another."
"Doesn't the scientist have the other code?"
"No. We need the President for that."
Phantasm and Coyote strode out of the elevator, side by side. Coyote had visited his superior in order to show him the proceedings with the main asset for their mission. Coyotes' coat flapped as there was steam hissing from the weapon that took up most of the room. They were on the 3rd level catwalk, and the catwalk stretched around the room.
Both had rather serious expressions on their face, looking very business like. A drop of sweat rolled down Coyotes face, due to how warm it was inside. It must've been murder for the patrolling sentries.
"Do they have a name for this weapon?" Phantasm asked, as he stood in front of the railing that overlooked the weapon. He looked fondly at the machine, as if it were his own child.
"Yeah," Coyote grinned. "They call it Metal Gear Raptor."
Phantasm ran a hand through his slicked back black hair, "The most powerful weapon on the face of the Earth."
An enormous Metal Gear, the size of a shopping mall stood there, and somehow, even in its peaceful slumber, looked very threatening. The very top, where the cockpit was originally built for, almost reached the ceiling. This room was the most heavily guarded in the base, for there were at least 5 sentries on each level. There was no doubt about it, this...thing was a monster.
"Sure is something, ain't it?" Coyote smirked. The casualness in his voice would make any observer send a shiver up their spine.
Phantasm narrowed his eyes, "And to think...this was to be our replacement," Phantasm glanced at the scar that ran down his forearm. He scoffed as he went back to staring at the weapon.
"Not surprising."
"Tell the scientist to use the code."
Coyote looked down, towards the second level, to look at the room that was there. Behind a glass window was a man, typing vigorously at some non-visible controls (From Coyotes point of view). Feeling eyes on him, the rather elderly man gazed up several levels above him. Coyote lifted his thumb, gesturing towards the Metal Gear. The man nodded knowingly, and took out a key ," Phantasm began. Coyote turned to look at him, "When the new-world comes, we will grab all the mangled corpses, and pile them up in one tidy mountain. Then, the world will forever remember all the slimy cockroaches that once lived and ruled this world."
The cables holding up the weapon detached themselves from the main points of the Metal Gear. A blaring alarm sounded, and several of the sentries looked panicked. They were all yelling at each other, a very worried tone in their voices. The room flashed red lights, another warning for the soldiers. There were some, however, that were trying to reassure their comrades that this was standard procedure.
"Code Sequence one activated. Clear the area," A female computerized voice announced from somewhere in the room. "Code Sequence one activated. Clear the area."
They all stared up questionably at their leader, who was smiling all the while. They all then realized something, and the answer became obvious. The leader of the entire operation looked down, and grinned, his eyes flashing with joy. There was...a rather sickening gleam in his eyes, something that NONE of the soldiers seen him do. He was like a child in a toy store, where everything was up for grabs.
"Welcome to the New World gentlemen. Your mark shall not be forgotten. You will be known as the weaklings who became the first casualties by the hand of your true leader," Phantasm announced, his grin broadening once he saw the soldiers in charge of the area scattering, looking for an exit. "Your only exit from this room is through the gates of hell."
Coyote chuckled, as he and Phantasm walked out of the titanic holding room, and into the elevator. The doors shut immediately, but they did not choose a destination just yet. From the small window slit, they were able to watch the show. Elsewhere, in the computer room, the elderly man had already left, and locked the door securely behind him. The only other exit out of the room, unfortunately for the sentries who were now locked inside.
"The only attack in Metal Gears arsenal that does not require a second code is a very dangerous one. We won't be affected because this weapon cannot penetrate walls or doors. It's really used as an ambush, or surprise," Phantasm explained to his comrade.
The Metal Gear brought out this small sphere like bomb from its 'abdomen', and rested it on the ground. Greens lights flashed around the bomb, then yellow, and finally red. The bomb made a small ding sound, and it exploded. The contents of the bomb all traveled through the air, eventually reaching the soldiers high up in the rafters.
"Ironic," Phantasm commented. "This is the same chemical that the Patriots used on me. Now...they're getting their just desserts."
The soldiers coughed and spewed blood. Through their clothes, small circles of blood are formed, stretching through the material. Some of the soldiers had already made it to the ladder that ascended to upper levels, trying to climb to level where the elevator was located. Other sentries vomited blood, and fell down off railings or down stairs knocking down other terrified soldiers. Others trampled the bodies of people who were both dead and alive.
"Look at them...like rats," Phantasm remarked. Coyote nodded in agreement, still in awe of what was taking place there.
"What is that...weapon?" He asked disbelieving.
"A weapon developed by the Patriots for rather troublesome citizens. I.E anyone with an IQ more than two. It attacks all the portions of the body. Whether it'd be the circulatory, immune or muscle system it doesn't give any exceptions. For the unlucky, the toxins decide to linger in the body. The pain is so unbearable, that sometimes the agony subsides only slightly if you rip out your own eyes."
"...Incredible," Coyote exhaled.
"Just be glad you're not going to die a worthless death like that," Phantasm replied shortly. "They probably are already under the mental effects of the toxins and are now resting with their families," Phantasm looked down grimly. "Their loved ones..."
One of the soldiers had actually made it to the doors of the elevator, and was banging on the steel, begging for entrance.
"Let me out! It's gonna get me!" The soldier shrieked, pressing his face against the glass.
"These weaklings are no different from the scum that used us all our lives. No tears will be shed for their ends. They depend on their obvious superiors to use them for their own jealous deeds."
Blood spurted out from the forehead of the sentry, and splattered on the glass. Coyote cringed at the disgusting sight while Phantasm shook his head.
"That should be enough."
The elevator doors opened after Coyote pressed the button, and both men stepped back into the room. They looked at all the carnage, the blood that coated the soldiers bodies. The floor was littered with endless bodies.
"They got what was coming to them," Phantasm said, looking over the railing. Talking to himself? Reassuring himself? "Maggots like these deserve to be damned."
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Snake walked backwards down the hallway, keeping his USP ready for any surprises from Yomi. Snake rounded the corner and just as he did, he heard the hiss of a door opening. He immediately spun around, and moved away just in time to dodge a sideways slash from Yomi. Snake fired off another shot at Yomi, but once again, the shot whizzed past his head, just by a hair.
Yomi planted a foot against a wall, and pushed off, extending his arm in a straight jab. Snake sidestepped it, but something flashed in the corner of his eye, his opponent was reaching for another weapon. When Yomi landed, he whipped out a black object, and swung it wildly at Snakes head. It connected with Snakes face, and he was knocked off his feet by the attack. However, fortunately for our protagonist, he leaned his face towards the side, so the attack didn't hit him with full force.
Snake stumbled back a couple of steps, nearly losing all balance. When he got a look at Yomi, he realized that his opponent had attacked him with his sheath. Snake felt the pain rising in his cheek, but decided for the better to ignore it. Yomi narrowed his eyes once again, getting more serious.
"You've gotten weaker," Yomis eyes grew darker, as if a sudden flash of anger surged through his body. "Are you the same Solid Snake that beat Big Boss!?"
"What're you talking about?" Snake asked, still feeling the throbbing in his skull.
"You have no idea of what we're all about do you?" Yomi said, not changing his expression. Yomi slowly unsheathed his katana, as if inviting Snake for an open attack. The blade, however, had an eye-catching difference to it, even inside its sheath. Yomi took one step forward, and bent both his legs, a natural fighting position. Snake kept his eyes locked onto his opponent, but couldn't help but marvel at what was going to be unsheathed.
The blade was slowly revealed, inch by inch, and a loud crackling noise became louder and louder the more it came out of its sheath. Blue electricity surged across the surface of the blade, as if it had a life and body of its own. Yomi's bangs dropped over his eyes, as he seemed to have donned on an entire new personality.
The Divine Sword of Thunder.
"Ready for the kill?" Yomi taunted, his voice having a noticeable...'evil' hiss to it. Even behind all that hair, Yomis black eyes narrowed, and there was only one goal that seemed to be swimming in them. One that involved the blood of a certain Snake to splatter on the walls.
Yomi immediately charged at Snake, doubling his original stride from before. Once he got in close range of the legendary soldier, he sent an all out assault of blade attacks, each in many directions. Snake dodged them, however just barely. Yomi took his sheath, and threw it in the direction of Snake, most likely as a distraction.
Snake took a step back away from the sheath, but didn't notice Yomi do another long-range stab. Snake barely dodged, but didn't get away completely unscathed, as he received a long gash across his upper arm. Snake grunted and cursed under his breath but he realized that he couldn't lose his footing as he did almost before.
He's gotten faster.
Snake backed away from Yomi as he entered the original room their duel had begun. Yomi charged towards Snake once again, this time attempting a straight slash up, almost catching the legendary mercenary. Snake tried a back side kick (Basically the last kick in his MGS2 Combo except he doesn't swing his leg around and instead just extends it), but Yomi dodged just in time. Snake sent off another shot at Yomi, which he also deflected.
"Sad," Yomi remarked. A very small hint of anger in his voice. That edge in tone gave Snake some interest, "And it was Phantasms bright idea to bring you into Silver Genesis."
"Silver Genesis?" Snake asked.
Yomis reply was another sideways slash, which Snake ducked, but the assault didn't end there. Yomi executed a double snap kick (Two kicks, same leg, without touching the ground, that go lightning fast), and connected against Snakes now hurting ribs. Yomi used this delay in combat to pull out another blade, now making combat even more difficult for Snake. Yomi sent his blade flying in many various directions, making dodging an even more brutal venture.
Snake barely dodged each swipe, and nearly getting his head taken clearly off its shoulders. Yomi seemed to be slowly down, and this became obvious after Snake could clearly see that his next attack was a double straight slash up. Snake jumped away from the possible fatal wound, and this angered his opponent even more.
"You won't have the honor to go to the Silver Genesis!" Yomi growled in between swipes, his attacks looking more vicious and cutthroat. Veins popped out of his temples and neck as his screams grew angrier, "Go to Hell!"
With that, Yomi sent all his strength behind a double stab straight to Snakes heart, but unfortunately for him, our protagonist sidestepped the attack, ultimately twirling around the blade wielding manic. In one swift motion, Snake pulled out his combat knife, and sent it straight to the ribs of Yomi. Yomi yelled in agony, as Snake pulled out the now blood ridden knife. Yomi let out a gasp as he got down on one knee, immediately mending to his wound. He let his dual blades drop to the ground, as he felt the pain rushing through his body.
"Bastard," Yomi growled under his breath.
What have they ever done for us, Yomi? Who are they to make us dwell in this never-ending spiral of death and then throw off the face of existence?
Yomi grabbed his blades hilt, and attempted another slash at Snake but alas, Snake grabbed the platinum haired mans wrist and sent his elbow crashing into his thumb.
Crack!
Yomi dropped the blade thanks to his now broken thumb, which was in shambles. Snake watched with impassive eyes as Yomi dropped to the ground once again, not believing what was happening. Snake pulled out his USP, and pointed it at Yomi once again, ready for another attack.
"It...Wasn't like he said..." Yomi whispered, words that were never heard in Snakes ears.
"I won't hesitate to shoot, if that's what you're hoping for," Snake pushed on, voicing his threat now.
"There...is...no way you'll stop our cause!" Yomi stated.
Yomi advanced towards Snake, and true to his word, Snake sent off another bullet, which crashed through Yomis chest. Blood dripped from the bullet wound, and trailed down his chest. Yomi fell on his behind, most likely accepting his defeat now. Yomi had his back against a crate, and was now panting heavily staring at his blood stained chest.
Snake sat down across from Yomi, knowing that he was no threat to him now, "Start talking."
Snake didn't need to worry about Yomi, for the man was mere seconds from dying. Snake pulled out the bandages from one of the pouches on his sneaking suit, and began wrapping them around the wound on his arm.
"You're not going to kill me?" Yomi asked, but Snake couldn't tell whether or not the man actually cared.
"You're already dying," Snake explained. "It'd be stupid to kill my only lead in getting to the President. Now...start talking."
"You wish. I'd never tell anything to a traitor like you," Yomi growled, now looking up to his enemy.
"Start there," Snake said, cutting off the dying man. "What's with all that traitor bull? What did I do?"
"Your father was a great man, Snake. More than you'll ever know."
Snake pulled out a cigarette. "He was also a man who'd sacrificed millions of people just so he could leave a bigger mark in history."
"It's not that much different than you, Solid. You've justified several kills. Many, actually."
"It was for the--"
" 'It was for the greater good' I know I know," Yomi mocked. He seemed to be coming down, and his spirits had been trampled on. "It's the same situation here."
"What do you mean?" Snake asked.
"How long have you been the Patriots lapdog, Snake? 10, 15 years?"
"Start making sense. Just what're you talking about?"
"I'm not telling you crap."
Snake sighed, and got up. "I'm getting nowhere here."
Snake started to walk away from Yomi, trying to find another way to reach the President. He wasn't going to get answers from Yomi, so there was no point in wasting time there.
"Where are you going!?" Snake turned around. Yomi had picked himself up from the ground, holding himself up with his blade. "Our fight still isn't finished!"
Snake turned back around, ignoring Yomis yells.
"You're a hypocrite, Snake! You're nothing but the Patriots bitch! Things will never change with bastards like you still infecting the world!"
Snake strode out of the room, not giving a second glance to his fallen enemy. However, unbeknownst to him, a slow contented smile spread across the face of the platinum haired soldier.
His name was Sasuke Kaneda, an ordinarily optimistic young man of 22 years. He had a fondness for blades, and trained with them everyday. He was a very rambunctious, energetic man who has been forever loyal to Adam. Even after Adam had surpassed him in skill, they still remained friends. Next to Adam, he had been the most shocked at the revelation of the truth. Of how the world really worked. If it weren't for him, the spirits of the others in the group wouldn't have lasted as long as they had.
End of Chapter.
The first villain sighting, and a sneak peak at the reason why the guys are doing this. If you're wondering, that last paragraph in italics is about Yomi, not any thoughts from Snake or anyone else. Think of it...as the words of the narrator himself. So, whaddya guys think? Be gentle.